Forever and ever 2. The adventure starts now.

Part 86.

Y/N's pov~

It wasn't usual for Tom and me to sleep in different rooms after a small disagreement. Especially not for Tom. He slept next to me when I was ill, when he was angry with me and when I was angry with him. Nothing stopped him unless he realised he had gone too far in an argument. Which fortunately, wasn't often.

Yet it was the reason why I was a little suspicious when his side of the bed was empty the next morning. Had he really been so affected by the argument the night before that he couldn't bear to be near me? I strolled into the living room, intending to wake him up with kisses. But I could hardly believe my eyes when the sofa was empty too.

So he had slept in another hotel? Perhaps he had left me a message on my phone, but our chat was last updated two days earlier. Nothing new since then. Things started to get weird when I also realised his bag was gone and he didn't pick up any of my calls.

With tears running down my cheeks, I took a cold shower, hoping to cleanse my mind. I would have thought he was out for a walk, but at this time of day? Maybe getting breakfast, but with a travelling bag?

Nothing made sense. It was only when I went to make myself a coffee in the kitchen that I noticed the note he had left me. Not consisting of two words but whole sentences that didn't need to be printed out by a florist.

I'm sorry I was such a dick last night. I flew back to Capetown this morning, and left you my credit card, you can use it to go out for dinner with Clark sometime or to buy yourself some new clothes. Just, please forgive me. Knowing you're mad feels like torture in hell.
I love you.
T~

So he flew back... that answered my question. Had he done it because of me? Because of a stupid fight that happened yesterday? I could barely wrap my head around it, not caring about the credit card waiting on the table at that moment. I didn't want Tom to leave early, that wasn't my intention when I didn't want him near me yesterday. I tried to call him twice more, but was always sent straight to voicemail.
Great.

Perhaps he was still flying, so I shouldn't dwell too much. But not knowing the reason behind his actions weighed on me. If we couldn't even make it through a weekend, how would things go during Easter?

I didn't text Clark either. In some ways, Tom was right; Clark had a certain hold on me, even if I didn't want to admit it. But Tom and I had an argument, and my first thought was to tell Clark about it. Not Ciara anymore, or Zendaya, or even Harry. Although I wondered how Harry was doing. Tom hadn't once mentioned the name. Nor had Harry contacted me, leaving me wondering if he was also upset with me. But I doubted it. We were probably all just busy. Later that day, I called Ciara anyway and caught up with her.

"You're flying on Wednesday already?" I had completely forgotten about Harry and Ciara's holiday to Greece. Now Ciara had just told me that she was packing when I rang. How could I have forgotten, she hadn't talked about anything else since the family dinner three months ago.
"Yeah. But Harry is searching for his ID just now, although he had it when he flew back from Cape Town. This boy is driving me insane sometimes."
I chuckled, finding it typical of Harry to lose something last minute.
"Did he say anything about Cape Town?" I hesitated to ask, but needed to know if things had been weird between Tom and him.
As Harry's girlfriend, Ciara had to know something.
"No, not really. To be honest, he only seemed a bit disturbed when I picked him up from the airport." So he probably hadn't told Ciara about it...
"He didn't tell you about his fight with Tom?" I furrowed my eyebrows.
"Wait. You know about the fight?" She questioned, gasping.
"Duh! I was on the phone when it happened."
"Oh god." She slapped her forehead. "I completely forgot about that. Yes, Harry told me about it, but I didn't want to mention it to avoid speaking bad of your husband." She chuckled, uncertainty in her voice.
"No worries. I freaked out myself having to watch the situation unfold." I explained. "Is Harry okay though?"
"I suppose so. He hasn't spoken to Tom since then and wants to avoid him for now. After all, he's never experienced behaviour like that from Tom himself. So he for sure just needs some time" As I listened, I nodded, completely understanding. So far, Tom had clashed with Sam, confronted Paddy, but Harry had always been his savior and supporter. It probably frightened Harry to have to experience it himself.

"I can imagine. He's not angry at me though, is he?"
"No." Ciara answered immediately. "No worries. Honestly, I think he even misses you. He recently asked if we shouldn't plan something again for Easter while you're visiting. He included you and excluded Tom." She joked, chuckling to lighten the heavy mood. So Harry really was affected by the situation. I couldn't blame him, yet I hoped he wouldn't be too resentful. After all, he knew Tom's temperament by now; a small part of him should have anticipated he wouldn't stay calm. But defending Tom's actions wasn't my place either.

Ciara and I talked about Parker after that. A part of me always quickly became jealous whenever I heard someone else talk about my little boy, wishing I could be the one going on adventures with him, but I couldn't be happier to have such a supportive family. They all did their best to make sure Parks was okay and that he didn't miss us too much, which was hard, but we managed. Naturally, there were days where I practically spent the entire day on the phone with Parker to comfort him, yet it was precisely these moments that held the most value to me.

As I stood in the kitchen that evening, my gaze lingered on Tom's credit card, pondering how he had come to acknowledge his culpability. Following the episode with Lucas a year ago, Tom and I opted for separate accounts, and naturally, he carried multiple credit cards. It wasn't a matter of needing his finances, but I cherished the gesture; he entrusted me with his card, allowing me the freedom to do something with Clark, which I assumed was his way of telling me he was okay with us. But I still hadn't heard from him...

It was the first day I'd spent alone in a long time. Without Wayne, without Clark, without Maeve, and without Tom. The weekends in particular were usually spent playing tennis as a group or doing other activities, today, it was dead silent.

It wasn't until I checked social media, that Wayne's story caught my eye. He was the sole one among us posting updates, and yesterday, he appeared to be at a lively gathering with a group of friends. He shared a selfie video, raising a toast with an unfamiliar companion I hadn't seen before, followed by another clip capturing the bustling crowd, ending with a zoom-in on his face, beaming with pure exhilaration. I already knew what I could look forward to tomorrow. Honestly though, how could this man go out partying every weekend? A child really does change ones life...

~bit of a shorter part.~